Brahman Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

He felt like he was losing his mind. The four of them were the toughest opponents Tyr had previously faced. In particular, he and Dark Shura had been at odds for a very long time. Tyr had tried incredibly hard to get rid of them, only to see them coming back from the dead! All of them were resurrected! Like Sachin, all three of them were wearing ancient armor, with the only difference being the color. Sachin’s armor was black, Andraste was gold, Dark Shura was red, and the Reverend was silver.

He had not seen this man. “S-See! We don’t even know each other!” Donald immediately said. Internally, he was thankful that he sent his right-hand man to give details to this guy and not himself. “You sure have a lot of energy.” Levian let go of his shoulder and stood up. He then looked at Roy who brought his Ipad and showed it to the assassin. “You recognize this guy, don’t you?” He asked to which the man nodded in confirmation. A chilling smile crept on his lips as he turned to look at Donald. “Mr. Donald Kruk, I believe you know who this person is.”

Clara kicked me hard in the stomach, and it hurt so much that I curled up on the ground, drenched in cold sweat. The two took turns raining down a brutal barrage of kicks and punches on me, sending my body rolling across the freezing concrete floor like a discarded ragdoll. Colter yanked my hair and violently smashed my head against the brick wall. With each impact, my vision darkened a little. His spit flew all over my face as he screamed hysterically, "Bitch! Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a pawn in our plan and a rotten little piece we can throw away whenever we please!"

A sharp, blinding pain shot through my head, like a rope being pulled tight around my skull. I shouted, "What are you doing? Put her down right now!" The extreme tearing I had suffered during the difficult childbirth, which had required dozens of stitches, sent shooting pain through my lower body. I knew the wound had definitely reopened. However, there was no time to dwell on it. Ignoring the blinding pain, I staggered forward and lunged at Yasmin Holden. Victoria's cries filled the room, piercing and frantic, just as Yasmin let out a shrill scream.

She did not look like the traumatized girl who just fled from my touch in the grass. She held the temple's sacred silver offering dagger flush against the High Priest's throat.

Jonah sat still and stared blankly ahead. Then, a hand appeared on the right side of the frame, holding a black item that resembled a flashlight. The second it touched him, he flinched violently and snapped out of it. Looking sideways in terror, he grabbed a handful of silkworms and shoved them into his mouth. The livestream viewers went wild as gifts and virtual money started pouring in. Then, a voice floated over the feed. "Thank you for all your gifts! As long as you keep tipping, Jonah here will finish every single bite on the table tonight!"

We were just outside the conference room when a voice called out. “Alpha Orion?” I turned, my brows furrowing as I took in the man standing a few feet away. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the same commanding aura I recognized in seasoned Alphas. Something about him felt familiar, yet distant—like a name I should know but couldn’t quite recall. He smirked slightly. “You don’t remember me, do you?” I squared my shoulders. “And you are?” “Draven,” he said smoothly. “Alpha Draven. Alpha of Emberfang Pack.”

Damien was down there so I hung the torch and crouched. “What is it, Elder Tuhr?” Damien hissed, seemingly annoyed. Huh…was he that pissed he did not get to “pour his seed”in me? I caught sight of the person he was addressing— an older man whose face looked like it was caving in from age. He had an insanely long beard too, so when he spoke, I couldn't see his mouth at all. “I-It's the reckoning, alpha king! I…I have never seen magic like this one. It's dark witchery, my lord!”

Jake said, ignoring Lucian's words. Bellona didn't have the energy to look up but she could tell it was the same man who stopped Lucian from continuing his torture on her the other time. For the first time, Bellona was happy to see someone. At least he'd stop Lucian because she couldn't take it any longer, she was at her limit. "I hope you know that you're just a gamma" Lucian reminded him. "And you're just a beta" Jake retorted. "You have no right to give out punishments without the Alpha's order."